The legos are having babies

Christmas is now in the past and I'm left to deal with the detritus of this giving holiday. Despite the lack of tree, we still had many gifts to open at our home and at Nana & Grandpa's. Now, our playroom (family room) has a new look:

White gift bags scattered all over the floor - I hesitate to dump them in the recycle bin, as sometime they morph into 'clean up bags'. And there really is something super cute about Michael walking around the kitchen (yes, walking!) carrying a shopping bag just like mommy's.

Puzzle pieces - the alligator piece is eating the dump truck piece which is running over the simple square. the bases of the puzzles are stuffed under couches, riding around in the back of the 'real' dump truck, buried under piles of Legos.

Legos - and these other fun (fun!?) blocks that are part of the new Little People set. Everywhere. Sometimes stacked into super high towers by William. Sometimes thrown around the room. Sometimes dumped out of the box onto someone's head. And Mommy hasn't even opened the box of the Little People Farm. Or the mega-bag of Mega Blocks. Why would I - in the past 2 days, the 33 block Lego Duplo set has certainly multiplied into 379 blocks. I'm sure of it.

And yet, even though Mommy spent part of nap-time cleaning up all these little bitty things, and even though we were 10 minutes before leaving to pick Dada up at work, and even though it was n't entirely necessary, Mommy still took the neat, tidy box of Legos and dumped it over her head. Why? Because for the remainder of the 10 minutes before leaving to pick Dada up at work, two little boys giggled and giggled because Mommy dumped the legos over her head.